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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.