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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.