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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.