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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Make Up,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.