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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.