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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.