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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.