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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.