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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.