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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.