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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Television,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
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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.
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.