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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.