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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.