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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.