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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.