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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.