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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.