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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.