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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.