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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.