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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.