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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Residents,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.