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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.