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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.