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 Norway and from Milan.
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 Jakarta and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.