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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.