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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.