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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.