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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.