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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.