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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pole to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.