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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Move,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.