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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.