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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
UT,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.