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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.