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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.