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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.