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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.