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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.