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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Names,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.