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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.