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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
AZ,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.