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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.