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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Cluster,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.