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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.