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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Names to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.