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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.