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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.