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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
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,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.