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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Monks,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.