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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.