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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.