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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.