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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.