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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.