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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.