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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.