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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.