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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.