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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.