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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.