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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.