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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.