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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.