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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.