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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.