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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Busters 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?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Roxette,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.