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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.