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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Pole,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.