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 France and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Count Five 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.