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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.