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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.