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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.