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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
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.