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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
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,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.