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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.