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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.