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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Index to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
UT,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Wings,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.