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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Index to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.