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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Can,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.