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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.