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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
June Days,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.