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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.