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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.