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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.