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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.