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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.