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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
MDC,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.