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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.