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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
The Toasters,
ABC,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.