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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.