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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Can,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.