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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.