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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.