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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.