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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.