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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
June Days,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.