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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.