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 Ethiopia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.