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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.