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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.