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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.