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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.