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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.