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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.