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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Index,
MC5,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.