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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.