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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.