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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.