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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
MC5,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.