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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.