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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
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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.