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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.