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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Wings,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.