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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.