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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Gong,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.