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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.