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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.