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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Television,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.