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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.