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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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?
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Television,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.