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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.