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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
the Association,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.