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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Monks,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.