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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.