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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.