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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.