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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.