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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.