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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.