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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.