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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.