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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.