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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.