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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.