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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.