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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.