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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.