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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.