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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.