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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
10cc,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.