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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.