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 Moldova and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.