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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.