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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.