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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.