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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.