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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.