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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.