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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.