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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Wire,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.