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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.