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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.