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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.