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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.