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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.