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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.