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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.