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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.