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 Albania 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.