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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.