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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.