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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.