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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Scion,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.