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 Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
MDC,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Faust,
PIL,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.