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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.