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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.