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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
The Names,
Harmonia,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.