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 Russia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
PIL,
cv313,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.