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 India and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
PIL,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.