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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.