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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.