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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.