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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.