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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a theremin 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?
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.