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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.