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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.