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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.