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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.