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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.