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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
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.