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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.