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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.