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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.