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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The Index,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.