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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.