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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.