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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.