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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 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?
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.