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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Crime,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.