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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.