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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Motions to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.