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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.