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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Gong,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.