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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.