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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.