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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.