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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
ABC,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.