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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.