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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.