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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Index to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Technova,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
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.