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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.