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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
X-102,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.