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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.