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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Television,
CMW,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.