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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.