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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.