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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Whodini,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.