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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.