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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.