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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.