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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.