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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Crime,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.