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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.