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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Monks,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.