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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.