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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.