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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.