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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.