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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 UT to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Zapp,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.