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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.