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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.