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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
cv313,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.