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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.