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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.