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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Swans,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.