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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.