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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.