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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Q65,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.