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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.