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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.