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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.