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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.