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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.