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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.