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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.