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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.