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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.