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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.