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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.