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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.