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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.