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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Pole,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.