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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.