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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.