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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
cv313,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.