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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.