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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.