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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Residents,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Excepter,
Visage,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.