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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.