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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.