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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Slave,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.