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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
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Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.