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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.