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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.