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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.