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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.