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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
The Busters,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Can,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.