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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.