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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.