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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.