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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.