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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.