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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.