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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.