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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
X-101,
MDC,
Gong,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.