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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Q65,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.