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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.