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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.