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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.