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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.