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 Morocco 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.