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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
CMW,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
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.