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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.