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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Organ,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.