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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Crime,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.