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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Can,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.