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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.