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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.