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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.