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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.