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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.