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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
the Association,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.