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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hood. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.