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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Slave,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.