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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.