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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.