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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.