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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Ludus,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.