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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.