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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.