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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.