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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.