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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.