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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.