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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.