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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.