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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.