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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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?
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.