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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.