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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.