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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
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.