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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.