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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.