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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.