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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.