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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.