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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.