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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.