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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.