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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
PIL,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.