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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.