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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.