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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.