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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.