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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.