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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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 Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Index,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.