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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.