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 Poland and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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 Dead C,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Move,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.