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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.