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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Index,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.