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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Wake to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Q65,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.