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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.