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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.