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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.