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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.