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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.