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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.