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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.