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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
MDC,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.