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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Mars,
Yaz,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.