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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.