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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Names,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.