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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.