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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.