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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.