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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.