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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.