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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.