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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.