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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.