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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Index,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.