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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.