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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.