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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.