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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Television,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.