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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.