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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Index,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
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.