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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.