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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.