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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.