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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Magma,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.