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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Cure,
Mars,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.