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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.