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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.