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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.