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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
X-102,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.