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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Can,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.