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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.