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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
cv313,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.