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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.