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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.