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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.