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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.