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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.