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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.