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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.