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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Faust,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.