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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.