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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 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?
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.