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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.