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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
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,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.