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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.