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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.