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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.