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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.