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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.