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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.