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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.