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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.