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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Pole,
Wings,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Cymande,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.