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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Wings,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.