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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.