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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.