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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
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Index,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.