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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.