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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
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,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.