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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.