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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.