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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
AZ,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.