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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Associates,
AZ,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.