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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.