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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.