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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
PIL,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.