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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Gong,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.