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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.