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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.