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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Visage,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
the Association,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.