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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.