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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Pole,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.