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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.