Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.