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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.