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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.