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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.