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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
The Move,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.