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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.