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 Monaco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.