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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.