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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.