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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.