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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Magma,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.