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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.