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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.