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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.