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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
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.