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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.