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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.