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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.