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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.