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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.