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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tremeloes 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.