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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.