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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
New Order,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.