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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.