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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.