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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.