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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.