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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.