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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.