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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth 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?
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.