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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.