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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.