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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
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Nils Olav,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.