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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.