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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.