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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.