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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.