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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.