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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.