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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.