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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Flipper,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.