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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.