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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.