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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Saints,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.