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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.