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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Ten City,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
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.