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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
DNA,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.