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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.