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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 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 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.