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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.