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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.