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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.