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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Morten Harket,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.