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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.