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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 One Last Wish 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
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.