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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.