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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.