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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.