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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.