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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Monks,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.