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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.