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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.