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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.