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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.