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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Motorama,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.