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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Residents,
Mars,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.