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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.