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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.