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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Television,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.