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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.