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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.