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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.