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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.