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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.