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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.