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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.