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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.