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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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?
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.