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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.