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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Happenings 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.