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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.