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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Can,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.