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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
AZ,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.