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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.