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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.