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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 sitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.