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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.