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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.