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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.