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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.