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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.