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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.