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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.