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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.