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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.