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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.