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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.