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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.