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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.