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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
DNA,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.