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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.