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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.