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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.