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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.