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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.