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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 This Heat to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.