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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.