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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.