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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
PIL,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.