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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.