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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.